Page 71 of Vicious Temptation

Another ripple of pleasure washes over him, his hand moving faster as he bucks into his fist, and I can imagine all too easily how it might feel to have him thrusting inside of me like that. To have our bodies pressed together, hot and slick, that huge cock filling me up. To hear him groan because it’s my body making him feel like that, instead of his own hand.

And just like that, I’m trembling on the edge again, so close to an orgasm that I know I’m about to go flying over the edge.

Gabriel tenses, rearing back. “I’m going to—” he starts to move, but I shake my head frantically.

“No!” I gasp, arching into my hand. “I’m so close—come on me. Just—come right—” I brush my fingers over my stomach, and Gabriel’s eyes go wide in the instant before a ragged groan tears from his lips, and I see his entire body shudder and snap taut as his cock pulses in his fist.

“Oh, god!” I cry out as my orgasm hits, my back arching and my clit throbbing against my fingertips as I feel the first hot spurt of his cum arc over my skin. It splashes against my stomach as Gabriel groans, cursing as he fists his cock, more of his hot cum streaking over my belly, up to my breasts as my orgasm washes over me in pulsing waves, intensified by the feeling of Gabriel’s cum on me and the sight of him caught in the throes of his own climax. His jaw is tight, his eyes dark, his entire body taut with pleasure, and he’s looking at me like he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.

I shudder, moaning softly as my climax recedes. Gabriel is panting, his fingers squeezing the last of his cum from his still-hard cock, his eyes glazed with pleasure.

For a long moment, he stares at me, and I stare back. I can’t quite believe what just happened—that we both just came, together, without ever having touched each other.

How’s that for progress?

22

GABRIEL

Apart of me thinks I’m dreaming. That this has to be the most erotic wet dream of my life, brought on by four years of deprivation and only the occasional release. For a long moment, all I can do is stare down at Bella, my hand still wrapped around my softening cock, unable to quite make sense of what just happened.

I’ve never done or experienced anything like that. It was all completely born from a desire to somehow have what we both wanted without scaring her, without making things worse. It was the only thing I could think of.

And it was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.

Somehow, I manage to pull myself back together, to tuck myself away and get up, finding napkins for her to wipe herself off with. That feels wrong—like I should be the one caring for her after that, cleaning her up, but I still can’t touch her.

She looks up at me with those huge blue eyes, slowly pushing herself to her feet, and I see her wobble slightly. She licks her lips, and I can see all of her nerves rushing back, all of the uncertainty. I can understand why.

I just don’t know what to do about it.

“That was—” Bella swallows hard. “I’m going to go back to my room, okay? I—” She grabs her clothes, yanking them back on, and backs away from me as if she’s not sure what happens next. She looks frightened, and that’s the last thing I want her to be.

I want to reach for her, to comfort her—but we’re both out of our depth now. I don’t know what she needs in this moment, and I have no idea how to give it to her.

So I let her go, and watch as she half-runs back up to the house, disappearing inside. I go to collect my clothes, and when I walk back inside, the house is silent. If she’s still awake, I don’t hear any sign of it. I have to resist the urge to go and check on her.

My bed still feels empty without her—more so than ever, after that. I have the overwhelming urge to be close to her after that, to have her curled up against my chest so that I can feel her sink sleepily against me—something I haven’t wanted for a long time. It’s a feeling that I’m afraid to look at too closely.

But I’m also exhausted, and I fall asleep easily this time—only to be rudely awakened what feels like a short time later by the shrill sound of my alarm clock.

Every dream I had was filled with Bella—with her perfect body, with her sighs and moans, the look on her face when she came, and I’m jolted awake with a rock-hard reminder of what happened between us last night. I’m tempted to hit the snooze button. But there’s a possibility that Bella will be waiting for me downstairs to workout, now that she’s back to her usual routine today, and that propels me out of bed and into my workout clothes, my cock only marginally softened by the time I’m downstairs.

She’s waiting in the foyer, in her usual workout outfit with her chestnut hair up in a high ponytail, and for a brief second, I feel like I can’t breathe when I look at her. I’m painfully aroused, my entire body strung taut with a thrumming memory of last night, and all I want is to pick her up and carry her back up the stairs to my bedroom. I want to spend the entire day learning the same map that I told her to trace last night, to re-cover all that ground with my own fingers and mouth.

Bella looks up at the sound of my footsteps, and I see her swallow hard, her gaze quickly flicking down. Whatever she saw in my face, it’s making her nervous, and I do my best to school my expression into something that isn’t blatant lust.

“You ready to go work out?” I ask, in a tone that’s as neutral as I can make it, and Bella nods.

“Let’s go,” she says softly, her voice cracking a little at the edges, and we head down the stairs.

It becomes immediately apparent, as soon as we’re down in the gym, that Bella has no intention of talking about last night. She avoids my gaze as she hurries over to where she usually starts stretching, going through her routine while avoiding looking at me—in the mirror or otherwise—and then she stands up, nodding towards the boxing bag. “The usual drills?” she asks, and I manage a nod in return.

“We’ll have to mix it up eventually, but for this morning, that’s fine.”

Everything that I want to ask her is crowding in my throat, and I swallow hard, moving to the other side of the bag as I start a series of drills of my own. “Did you sleep alright last night?” I ask, as calmly as I can manage, but Bella’s gaze shoots up to meet mine, her stance faltering.

“I did,” she says, licking her lips nervously.

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